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Every once in a while, we ask ourselves, or God, or a therapist, or a piece of paper, "What about MY dreams?" I had the dream a long time ago that I would one day make a "record" (LP's, back in the day). I did achieve that dream, and I was absolutely amazed and grateful to those who had helped, and especially proud of myself for having kept my nose to the grindstone long enough to achieve some success musically.

I never did have the dream that I would become mentally ill, but that happened. There were people to help me back up from the stinking dungeon of depression.

I never had the dream that I would spend my life with someone (in fact, I was sure that I never wanted to) until love happened and that person was there and I wanted to share my life. Of course, when people do share their lives, they share the good stuff - the light, the sun, the moon, the kisses and eventually they must share the crappy, deep, dark, hurts and pains.

I never thought that I would have children,(in fact, I was sure that I never wanted to) but there was my love, the love of my life, my very best friend, who did have the dream of children. I prayed and prayed and we had our first child and my God, I will never be the same. I might have gone my whole life without experiencing the most awesome love which is that of a mother for her child.